Past Lives and Odd Beginings Finale

 I present the finale of my lil tale. but fear not reader for there is more to come in this story, though for now we must put taya aside and learn about the fate of little mara. Enjoy

ba-thump...ba-thump...ba-thump "No please no!" cha-chick... BOOM "oh god what did I do?" I stood there holding the gun to some woman's forehead, she now had a hole the size of a jump gate in the back of her head and there was grey spongy matter everywhere... What had I done? What was a jump gate? Why did I know that word?....

I shot up in bed, another night of trying to drink away the nightmare.. but now I knew.. I knew what it was. When I shot up I realized a little of what it was. It was as if it was a memory that didn't belong to me... who's memory was it? The hand looked like mine, but it wasn't, it was healthier. I was due at the hospital that day for testing. I had finally paid off my sponsors only to be told I was sick and needed a few genetic tests to make sure it wasn't the sickness the amarrians had given to my people.

As I slowly got out of my bed I noticed my room had been straightened for me, possibly done by Nyk or another friend. Everyone seemed worried but no one seemed to wanna talk about it. No one had mentioned me looking sick before this, but now its all I heard about. I stood before my mirror and looked at myself. I was but skin and bones and no one had any answers as to why. It was as if I was slowly being eaten away at by some horrible sickness even though I felt fine. I ate well, though I drank much too much tequila. As I looked over my body I pulled off my tank top to check my skin for bruises. We had tried a re clone thinking it was just a simple sickness yet within a few months the sickness started again. We tried back dating my clone to before I started looking sick but it started all over. My genetic code was fucked and no amount of re-cloning myself was going to help fix it. 

 Within a few hours I was walking to the hospital in station and checking in for my genetic testing. They put me under but I expected that, they needed to do extensive testing on a living clone instead of an inactive one, and the testing was painful so they would put me under anesthesia for the duration of the tests. I had no clue how long I would need to be under nor would I know what the results where until I woke up, but I was hopeful they would figure it out. I was in the N-DQ0D Medical Facility, instead of on a planet because this was something that only Capsuleer doctors could handle. 

They slowly processed my paperwork, and everyone stared at me, giving me looks like "that poor girl" and "is it contagious?" What had happened to the thought that pod pilots where immortal? What happened to that fear, that admiration, the envy of being a Capsuleer? These people where just like me, or family of people just like me and now they didn't feel the same about me, I was that poor busted pilot who couldn't do shit right and needed serious medical instead of a simple re-clone.

As the nurse helped prep me for the anesthesia I asked a million question about what was going on. Simple yes or no answers where flung back and made me more nervous. It was as if no one had a clue what was going to happen exactly, just that I was a grade Zeta case.. serious business. When the nurse finished prepping me we walked to the operating room and she helped me up on the table, the doctor injected my arm with an Iv line and next thing I knew I was asleep with no care in the world... Just my nightmare, over and over again.


 ba-thump...ba-thump...ba-thump "No please no!" cha-chick... BOOM "oh god what did I do?" I stood there holding the gun to some woman's forehead, she now had a hole the size of a jump gate in the back of her head and there was grey spongy matter everywhere... What had I done? What was a jump gate? Why did I know that word? I walked to the mirror and looked, It was me, but a different me, my red hair was more vibrant, longer. I had an earth born look about me.. wait.. what was earth born? I lived on earth, there was no where else to live. Things looked different, older, less advanced, more handmade instead of drone built. "what are drones?" I asked myself as I looked over my oddly mannered dress. It hit me then.. I was in 2012, I was me.. but wasn't me. I remembered I was in the hospital getting testing done, but how was I also in the past....

"Doctor, do we wake her now?" the nurse said near my head "no.. let her sleep some. Her genetics are so fucked she's going to have to be put in stasis to preserve this code while they sort her out and then her clones will have to be redone from the new code. No one told me we were dealing with an old earthian.. how the hell did we get a girl from old earth? that was hundreds of years ago? We even DNA matched to her parents. they are her parents.. but she's something else." he said as the nurse ran her fingers over my head, brushing my hair out of my face. I was semi awake but couldn't really respond. In my head I screamed over and over that I heard them, I felt them. I could feel the searing pain of their needles, the pain of the scalpels, the lasers cauterizing and sealing my wounds. It was pure agony but something in the back of my mind told me I earned this pain for what I had caused.

I ran to the science lab I worked at, blood on the front of my shirt and begged my boss to help me. She said there was only one way and it was controversial right now. They would be trying to send people into space on long voyages, and needed DNA material. We had figured out human cloning though it was difficult and had many issues right now. I said fine, I signed the forms and got the shots and samples taken from me, then they slipped me into a cryopod for the next shipment of space people. They would keep a sample and practice cloning me from it if something happened to the ship I was set on. 

 I woke up in a room full of people on a space ship, They told me we had been asleep 40 years, my family was gone.. my friends.. no one knew who I was anymore, None of us remembered who we where... They said we had a mission.. we were going through a wormhole to see what was on the other side. So we went.. I remember getting back in my cryopod and waiting till I woke up again, colorful dreams about worlds unknown filled my head... I never woke up from that dream on that ship.. instead I woke up surrounded by people who weren't people.. they told me I was needed for something else. Outside the window of their strange craft I saw my spaceship, torn to shreds as if there had been a fight. they told me they had saved me.. and that I wouldn't remember who they where after this... Then I slept again.

I awoke in the recovery room screaming from the nightmare.. the strange faces, the people I saw them everywhere but they weren't really here. The nurses sedated me to calm me and explained what was happening. I was going into Stasis to await a cure.. my genetic code was screwed up and no one had any idea why but it made my body basically try and destroy itself just from my DNA being jumbled to pieces. They asked if they could call anyone, I handed them several comm channels to put the word into, people I worked with, friends but no family since I had cut most contact off from my family to avoid the pain of never seeing my daughter grow up.

The nurse injected my IV line with something that made me sleep. They said I'd be in stasis while they fixed my code... I had no idea how long that would take.. but I knew I would never forget the strange people who I saw in my nightmare.. only one thing stayed clear in my mind as I was put into deep sleep... The Watcher...


El Fin'.... For now...